Constant Awareness
The man walks down to the front,
Seeking the back or maybe the side,
The man walks up to the center,
And all the directions collide.
We are searching for the wind,
Chasing time down a spiral path,
Walking backwards from the light,
Drying up in our own bath.
The man walks down to the front,
Seeking the back or maybe the side,
The man walks up to the center,
And all the directions collide.
I am seeking the wall,
Striving for the end,
Wishing for faith,
Hoping for a friend.
The man walks down to the front,
Seeking the back or maybe the side,
The man walks up to the center,
And all the directions collide.